Chapter 80 Strange Dazzling Sky

"Haha..." Xuankong laughed crazily. Although he was shot by a sharp arrow and his abdomen was still bleeding, he didn't care at all. Looking at the arrow shot back by himself, he looked at the three people with a ferocious face, "How's it going? I also want you to taste the taste of being shot by an arrow!"

"How about you hate big brother?" Xiaojiu ignored the dazzling air and helped up the hatred. The sharp arrow that was counterattacked back was bigger than the front shot of hate, and it had directly penetrated the back of hatred through the chest of hatred. There are still broken pieces of clothes hanging on the part of the arrow.

And the position of the arrow in the chest has become a black piece.

"The arrow is poisonous!" Ao Twelve frowned and said in surprise.

"It's not that the arrow is poisonous, but my blood is poisonous. Just wait to collect his body!" Xuankong sneered again, and then shook his strange six hands and walked to Xiaojiu. His goal has always been Xiaojiu. Just because his own son was killed in Xiaojiu's hands, this hatred can never be transferred.

"Twelve, Xiaojiu, help me up!" Hate said slowly. Although the sharp arrow ran through his chest with toxicity, he did not completely reach the position of his heart. Now he only felt that his whole body was cold, but he still struggled to stand up. He knew that if he did not stand up, he would not involve Xiaojiu, which would make Xuankong less powerful opponents. .

"Very good, I was poisoned by the thousand-legged worm of Wushan, and I actually climbed up. It is worthy of being the descendant of the four mythical beasts of Cangyun!"

"Descendants of the four mythical beasts!" Ao Twelve listened to Xuankong's words and felt a little strange. He could say that he was the descendant of the Cangyun wolf Purple Flame, but Xiaojiu and Hate, but he never knew what their background was. Now listening to Xuankong's words, is Xiaojiu and Hate also the descendants of the other three beast flames?

Xiaojiu's tiger flame is indeed very similar to the flying tiger flame of Huaxia, the invincible god of war. Is Xiaojiu from the Hua family?

Ao 12 didn't think of it quickly, but the beast flame that hated his body was very strange. Looking at the shape of the beast formed by his flame, he was not sure which god beast it was. However, judging from the magic skill of hatred, it was a little like the martial arts stunt of the loyal and brave Houfu of Cangyun. Wu Tianxing's bow and nine arrows magic skills are unparalleled in the world. No one knows.

Ao twelve flashed in his mind and stopped thinking about it. Xuankong had come over. He and Xiaojiu had to try their best to hold the hatred, and the three slowly retreated.

"Hate big brother!" Wang Li's voice came from behind. Ao Twelve was overjoyed and hated that although he was injured, now that Wang Li came to help, he could also have a chance to defeat the dazzling sky.

Wang Li fiercely hit the surrounding Li army, ran a few steps, and came to the three people in front of the dazzling sky.

"I hate that my brother is hurt!"

Ao Xiaojiu nodded.

The dragon-shaped flame all over Wang Li's body surged with fists in an instant. Looking at the hatred, he quickly turned around and faced the dazzling sky.

The six hands that were ready to attack at any time suddenly loosened.

"You? Are you?" There was a clear expression of surprise on his face. From the first sight of Wang Li, he found that Wang Li was very much like a person he knew, but he absolutely did not dare to hook Wang Li with that man, but the two were so similar. The only difference was that the teenager in front of him was much younger than the people he knew.

"Who the hell are you?" Xuankong stared at Wang Li tightly.

The three of Xiaojiu are also inexplicable. Do they know Wang Li?

"Who am I?" The dragon-shaped flame in Wang Li's eyebrows couldn't help swinging, and his whole body was shrouded in a blue halo. He looked at the sky and slowly said, "My name is Wang Li. What you hurt is that I hate big brother!"

"Are you from Cangyun?"

"Not bad!"

The three looked at the air strangely again and the unpredictable expression on his face. All three of them thought it was evil in the air.

"It seems that I have thought too much. There are so many similar people in the world. Since you are from Cangyun, I don't need to worry."

After Xuankong finished speaking, he rushed to the four people without warning.

"With me, don't hurt me and hate my big brother!" Wang Li first greeted him, and the blue flame of his hands gradually turned into a green dragon in the air, constantly hitting the empty strange hand.

"Green Dragon Blue Flame!" Ao Twelve kept thinking about the empty words in his heart, the descendants of the four mythical beasts, and the only one with the green dragon and blue flame is the Oriental family of Cangyun. Is Wang Li a member of the Oriental family?

There are too many doubts in Ao Twelve's heart. There is no need for Xuankong to deceive himself at all. Ao Twelve does not want to believe Xuankong's words, but now it seems that everything he said is true.

With the help of Wang Li, the two slowly put down their hatred, and the three attacked the air together.

The people brought by the five generals have formed a chaotic battle with the Li army. For a while, the people on both sides fought to the death, and injuries were tragic. The other brothers in the camp are also masters of beast flames. After nearly an hour of killing each other, the Li army has slowly revealed its defeat. Some Li army, who are afraid of death, have lost their helmets and armor and fallen. Escape in the wilderness.

Xuankong has also seen the defeat of Li Jun, but now all his hatred and anger are placed on Xiaojiu alone. As the saying goes, the hatred of killing his father is not the same, and the hatred of killing his son is not true.

His son was killed alive by Xiaojiu, and anyone would have wanted to smash Xiaojiu to death.

"Bad boy, give my son back!" He shouted hoarsely, and his voice was no different from the beast. The poison of the poisonous centipede not only changed his body, but also changed his voice.

No longer paying attention to the attack of Wang Li and Ao Twelve, Xuankong only chased Xiaojiu, and six hands against Xiaojiu's two hands. Xiaojiu couldn't cope with it at all. For a moment, he had been punched seven or eight times in a row, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Go to hell!" The six empty hands were originally dark, but under his roar, they suddenly turned green. The six hands grabbed Xiaojiu at the same time and threw them into the air. Then their bodies jumped up and hit Xiaojiu fiercely. He wanted to kill Xiaojiu in the same way as his son.

Wang Li and Ao Twelve also tried their best to hit the Xuankong's body, but after reaching the beast's body, their bodies became extremely tough, which was so easy to be injured. In addition, Xuankong held the determination to die and must kill Xiaojiu. They ignored the attack of the two at all. Xiaojiu kept screamed and blood drop by drop. It fell down.

"Wuff!" Hatred struggled to get up again, pulled out the remaining three arrows behind him and shot them into the sky.

"Return to this trick!" Xuankong kicked Xiaojiu, reached out and quickly took the three arrows, and shot them out with his fierce backhand.

Three arrows flew into the body of hatred at the same time.

Driven by the sharp arrow, he hated to be knocked down heavily on the yellow sand and remained motionless.